Winson's POV.

She used to be very thin, but now she was even weaker.

Her face was deathly pale, different from before. At this moment, her face was bloodless, as if she was suffering from malnourishment.

There were scars on her forehead and chin, which were particularly dazzling on her face.

But now... She didn't even look at me. There was no light in her eyes.

The car began to slowly drive away from the prison. In a low and hoarse voice, Natasha said indifferently, "tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I haven't seen you for three years. You've learned to be smart. "

Natasha smiled sarcastically and said nothing.

I threw a document to Natasha and said, "read it and sign it."

Natasha's POV

When I opened the document and saw the content, I sneered.

Kidney donation agreement.

He could find the source of kidney from anywhere as long as Winson wanted.

"I won't sign it."

Winson's eyebrows turned cold. Although his voice was calm, it was piercing cold. "You don't want to sign it?"

"No."

"My kidney is here. If you want it, you can let them cut it by force."

Winson leaned forward slightly and pinched my chin.

"you haven't learned anything for three years."

"You should know that I have many ways to make you compromise."

"Really? Just try it. I won't save that bitch. I just want her to die."

"Well, don't regret it."

He picked up the phone hanging beside the car and ordered, "change the route to the club."

Club?

What did Winson want to do?

When the car arrived at harkim club, Winson got out of the ca.

As he walked into the club, he ordered Philip, "clean this dirty woman up and send her to a private room."

"Yes, sir."

Winson left first.

Philip asked someone to change my sexy underwear.

There were a dozen of people in the room.

Winson sat elegantly in the middle of the sofa, with a red wine glass in his hand, and looked at me coldly.

Winson's POV

After making up and changing her clothes, Natasha looked delicate and lovely. She was still beautiful even without those scars and short hair.

What's more, the clothes she was wearing made her more sexy.

As soon as Natasha came in, the noisy private room suddenly quieted down.

Someone recognized Natasha and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this Natasha?"

"Yes, isn't she in jail?"

"Look, there are so many scars on her arms and legs. It's disgusting."

"Tonight, who wants to take her away?"

Hearing this, Natasha was stunned and looked up at me.

"Are you kidding me?"

Someone immediately echoed, "that's right. He only loves Wendy. I heard that Wendy wanted a child, and adopted a son without saying anything."

I looked at Natasha.

I know Natasha too well. She can't bear such humiliation.

But I didn't expect.

Natasha's POV

The two words "child" hurt my heart.

I didn't even have a look at that child.

"Winson said that he didn't want your baby anyway."

"He will adopt another child for me. He is so considerate to me."

Yes, Winson was so considerate.

When the pain was extreme, I suddenly opened my eyes and glanced at Winson sharply. Then I walked to the oldest and Fattest Man in the crowd,

"Sir, do you want to make an appointment with me tonight? I'm good at it. Do you want to have a try?"

The man was also stunned.

The crowd burst into laughter. "Condra, I want to have a try since you have used it up."

"Uncle, let's go."

The middle-aged fat man's mind was half gone by the smile. He couldn't help swallowing.

He stood up and gave Winson a flattering smile. "Thank you for your hospitality. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, the man reached out his hand to hold me in a hurry, which caused a burst of laughter in the room.

All of a sudden, Winson raised his hand and smashed the goblet heavily on the door.

The noise in the room suddenly stopped.

All of them fixed their eyes on Winson.

There was no expression on Winson's face at the moment. He said in an indifferent and cold voice, "get out."

Seeing this, everyone didn't dare to stay any longer. They held their female companions and left dejectedly.

Seeing this, Philip hesitated for a moment and then walked forward.

Winson cast a cold glance at him.

Philip had to keep silent, took a step back and stood aside.

Less than three minutes later, Winson said coldly, "go and check it out."

"Yes, sir!" Philip was relieved and left quickly.

Winson's POV

Condra had a guest room in the club.

A few minutes later, Philip took me upstairs.

As soon as we walked out of the elevator, I saw Condra running towards while fastening belt.

His pants and white shirt sleeves were stained with blood.

Philip stepped forward to stop Condra and asked anxiously, "Condra, what's wrong with you?"

"That... That woman... She is so wild. I don't dare to do that."

The door was not locked. I pushed the door open and broke in.

The room was in a mess.

Hearing the sound, Natasha, who was sitting on the carpet, shrank back in panic and put the glass fragment on her wrist again.

Natasha quickly tidied up her messy clothes and threw away the pieces of glass. She pretended to be calm and said, "well, it's just a little blood. How could he be scared away?"

I pinched Natasha's neck and said, "you are such a bitch. You would rather sleep with that kind of woman than compromise with me, wouldn't you?"

Natasha stared raised her eyebrows. "Yes, I'm a bitch anyway. Winson, don't waste your energy. I'd rather die than live as you wish."

"Very good, Natasha."

"Open it."

Helpless, Philip took out the U disk from his bag and opened the projector in the room.

Natasha looked up at the big screen on the wall.

When the scene appeared, her heart shrank with fear. She gritted her teeth and couldn't help but burst into tears

Natasha's POV

It was father.

He was my most gentle and loving father.

On the screen, my father was bending.

They poured the wine on the ground and let father kneel down to clean it.

They stepped on his hands and spat on his face.

I rushed in front of Winson and grabbed Winson's collar crazily. Suddenly, I roared with a tearing throat, "Winson..."

"Why? Winson, tell me why. What do you want? Why don't you just kill me?"

"Kill you?"

Winson sneered, "I think it's dirty."

"Can't you stand it? I've gone even further..."

Slap! I slapped Winson across the face.

Winson pinched my neck and pressed me against the bed with a ruthless look on his face.

"Natasha, I've told you that I have many ways to make you compromise."

"I'll give you the kidney, but..."

Winson let go of her and took a step back. He patted his hand which had just pinched my neck in disgust.

"Get up and go to the hospital. Your kidney is damaged. I want your family to die a miserable death."

Then he turned around and left.

With Philip's help, I went to the hospital to have my wound bandaged and then sent back to Winson's villa.

After sending me to Winson's study, Philip left. "Sign it."

"I have a condition."

"Tell me your requirements."

Winson crossed his arms over his chest and said, "I'd like to see what tricks you can play."

"Please let my father go. Besides, we have signed the divorce agreement. From now on..."

Divorce?

He stood up and pressed me against the corner of the table.

"How dare you mention divorce with me? Natasha, I think you have forgotten what you have done to marry me."

"Yes, I forgot."

"I have forgotten everything about you. I just want to divorce you now."

"Oh, really? Let me help you recall how despicable you are."

As he spoke, he lowered his head

"Let go of me! No! Get away from me!"

Winson's POV

Since she entered my life, she has brought a lot of disasters to our family.

.

When Natasha's clothes were torn open and I saw her covered with dense scars, I suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?"

Natasha crazily pushed me away and curled up. "Don't touch me. Don't touch me."

"Natasha, what's wrong with the scars on your body?"

She smiled sarcastically

"Answer me."

"It's my retribution. I'm a bitch. I fell in love with someone I shouldn't love."

"Natasha, don't blame me for anything. You don't deserve it."

Natasha picked up the donation agreement on the sofa and said, "Winson, I've made it clear to you. It's up to you whether I agree or not."

"You have no right to bargain with me. Your father owes me a debt, and he must pay it."

"I'll pay you back."

"You? Humph! What are you going to pay back? Is this body full of scars?"

"That's right. Don't you know that many men like this kind of sexual interest?"

"Natasha, you're courting death."

Natasha smiled,

"Winson, I'm telling you the truth. You're right. I'm a slut. I have dated countless men. I can't live without them..."

Slap

Natasha was slapped across the face.

"do you want a man? I'll give it to you. I'd like to see how slutty you can be."

"Get out of my way. Everyone can do it, but you can't."

I pressed her under my body, directly inserted my penis into her vagina and began to stir crazily in her body. She closed her eyes, but there was no reaction, she like a piece of wood, which made me even angrier,

I tried harder, as if I wanted to penetrate through her. I even slapped her. She just shed tears without any response,

I looked at Natasha. Natasha had changed.

She just stiffened and stared at me, her eyes full of despair and fear.

Silently, Natasha put on her clothes, stood up and kept a certain distance. She walked aside and signed the donation agreement.

She said nothing, opened the door of the study and went out.

Philip was in the living room.

She walked up to Philip. Philip bowed respectfully to her and said, "Natasha."

"Philip, please prepare a cup of coffee for me."

Philip was a little surprised.

Every time I finish sex with her, I'll ask Philip to bring Natasha a cup of coffee with birth control pills.

I always thought that Natasha didn't know, but it turned out that

She didn't want to have a baby, did she?

"She doesn't deserve it. Give her more."

Philip turned around and went to the kitchen.

Natasha's POV

In the morning, Philip sent someone to the guest room and invited me to have breakfast.

When I came out of my room and was about to walk to the dining room, I heard a delicate shout from the living room.

Wendy was surprised and said, "it's really you. Why are you here? Oh, is it... Is Winson really saving you from prison in order to change my kidney?"

After saying that, she got close and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "my dear cousin, you must be very sad to be treated like this by the person you love so much, right? So pitiful."

She said, trying to hug me.

I pushed her away in disgust. "Get away from me."

Wendy staggered two steps back and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

The servants not far away hurried to help her.

But Wendy didn't get up. "Why did you do this to me? I just haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you and want to hug you."

"You hugged me? I think it's dirty."

As soon as I finished speaking, a sharp rebuke came from the side,

Hearing the noise, Winson walked quickly from the dining room and pushed me away with anger.

Although he didn't use all his strength, I was already a little weak and was easily pushed to the ground by him.

Winson frowned, but then he calmed down and went to help Wendy up.

With a weak look on her face, Wendy said, "Winson, don't get me wrong. I fell down because I lost my balance. Everyone can testify for me. It has nothing to do with me."

Then she left Winson's arms and went to help me.

But I have already stood up and stepped back two steps to keep a distance from Wendy.

"I told you, don't touch me."

Biting her lips, Wendy said in an aggrieved tone, "I know you think Natasha is dirty, but she was... Not willing to..."

Looking at me coldly, Winson said sarcastically, "you are a slut. How dare you say that others are dirty?"

My heart ached.

Wendy shook her head at Winson, held his arm and said anxiously, "Winson, don't say that. It will hurt."

"Philip, lock her in the basement and let her reflect."

I turned to look at him and asked, "why?"

Winson walked up to her, pinched her chin, approached her ear and whispered, "because I'm still your husband now, who dares to discipline my wife?"

Seeing that Philip didn't move, Winson turned to Philip and scolded him coldly, "why don't you go now?"

Embarrassed, Philip walked up to me and said

I saw Wendy's face.

Wendy raised her eyebrows, with a clear provocation.

I smiled sarcastically and followed Philip out without taking a look at Winson.

Winson, you are so blind

I was' invited 'into the basement.

When I walked in, I smelt musty.

"There is a phone on the wall. If you want to admit your mistake, you can call the internal telephone."

After saying that, Philip left. The door was closed, and the basement was isolated from all light except darkness.

I'm really tired, hungry and sleepy now.

After a long time, the door was finally opened.

I looked up and saw it was

"Well, it seems that you don't welcome me. What? You want Winson to come? But what should I do? He won't come to see you. He hates you very much."

It was Wendy.

"How can you be so shameless and humiliated by Winson? How dare you live on?"

My sharp eyes fell on Wendy.

Wendy didn't care. "Oh, by the way, Winson won't let you die for me, because..."

She squatted down and said, "I want your kidney. Winson will help me get it."

I gritted my teeth, "get out."

"Don't worry. I won't stay in such a disgusting place even if you beg me. Besides, Winson will be anxious if he can't see me."

She stood up and said, "I'm here to give you a gift."

She walked to the door and took out a cloth bag. "Guess what's in it."

Seeing that there seemed to be something moving in the bag, my eyes narrowed with fear.

Wendy held the bottom of the bag and poured out the things inside.

Seeing it was a snake, I shrank back tightly.

Wendy sneered when she saw that I was so embarrassed as if I could die at once.

"In the past, you were born in a rich family, and Emily saved Winson's life. I was the only one who had nothing. But so what? In the end, you all lost to me? Now, Winson is only mine. I win."

Trembling, I managed to squeeze a word through my teeth, "get out..."

Winson's POV

Philip said, "I'm afraid something will happen if we keep locking her like this."

"She deserves it."

A servant came in quickly and whispered something in Philip's ear.

Philip said to Winson, "Wendy just went to the basement." "Why did she go to the basement?"

After thinking for a while, I turned around and walked out.

Philip followed.

As soon as we arrived at the basement door, I saw Wendy coming out of the basement.

Seeing me from a distance, Wendy hurriedly put the things in her hands behind her back.

"How did you get out of there?"

"I just... Go downstairs to see if my cousin is fine."

"What's in your hand?"

"What... Nothing."

Philip immediately walked up to her and said, "Wendy, you'd better hand it over yourself."

Biting her lips, Wendy lowered her head and slowly handed the bag to Philip.

Philip opened it and saw some desserts in it.

I said coldly, "who let you go down?"

Wendy lowered her head with tears all over her face. "I'm afraid that she's hungry, so..."

"Did she eat?"

"She thinks what happened today is all because of me, so she doesn't want to eat the food I give her."

She came forward and sobbed, "Winson, it's all my fault today. It has nothing to do with me. I think she looks very weak. Please let her out, okay?"

"send Wendy back to have a rest."

Philip led the crying Wendy back.

Natasha's POV

The basement door was opened again. I thought it was Wendy.

Winson stepped forward and kicked me.

Winson bent over, grabbed my collar and pulled me up.

I tried my best to squint and looked at him powerlessly.

Unfortunately, before I could see the face clearly, I closed my eyes slowly and lost consciousness.

Winson's POV

Looking at the rag doll like Natasha, my heart suddenly tightened.

"Natasha?"

She didn't respond, and her body was very hot.

I picked up Natasha horizontally and ran out quickly

Philip happened to send Wendy back. Seeing that I was holding the lifeless Natasha, he rushed forward.

I said, "call Edward over."

"Yes, yes."

I took Natasha back to the room and put her on the bed.

Soon, Edward arrived with his medical bag on his back.

As soon as he entered the room, he looked at me and asked, "what's going on? Philip called me..."

I pulled him to the bedside, pointed at Natasha and said, "check her up. She just fainted and seemed to have a fever."

Edward's eyes widened.

"Are you really going to get her kidney out to change Wendy's kidney?"

"Shut up, doctor."

Edward sat beside the bed and examined Natasha.

After a long time, he took off the stethoscope and looked at me.

"She is almost forty degree Celsius. Why did you ask me to come here now?"

I tried my best to suppress my emotions. "Is the situation very serious?"

"She is suffering from malnutrition, and she has lost too much blood because of cutting her wrist. Half of her life is lost because of her weakness. Is it serious?"

I cast a sidelong glance at him and said, "malnourishment? She just hasn't eaten anything for only one day. "

"One day? She doesn't look like she hasn't eaten anything for a day. She suffers from malnutrition for a long time."

"Anyway, when she gets better, you'd better take her to the hospital for a check-up. Her current condition. In order to save one, you have to kill the other. It's too cruel."

After Edward left, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the girl on the bed who was having an infusion. I thought of the scars on her body.

All of a sudden, Natasha reached out her hand and grasped her collar tightly. Shaking her head, she murmured, "no, don't touch me. Get out of my way.... help me..."

Hearing this, I frowned and loosened my grip on her clothes.

Tears suddenly welled up in Natasha's eyes and slid down the corners of her eyes.

"Why? Why did you do this to me? Why did you force my mother to death?"

"I... I feel so painful... I hate you so much."

My hand, which was about to touch her cheek, suddenly stopped.

Natasha's pov

I feel so uncomfortable. Sometimes it's like an ice cave, and sometimes it's like being roasted on fire.

In a trance, I went back to the day when I knew the villa fire and rushed to save Winson. But when I arrived, I was kidnapped, locked in a hotel and almost raped

But when I left the hotel, i saw Winson who came to catch adultery.

I will never forget that day, Winson pulled my hair and said, "you are so cheap. You are too dirty..."

Love was bitter and painful.

I was held gently, and that person gently stroked my back.

A familiar smell filled my nose, which was unique to Winson.

Was it a dream?

Yes, it could only be a dream.

After all, he wants my life.

Winson's POV

Philip put a document on the table.

"I found it out from the prison."

I took the document and opened it quickly.

Philip folded his hands in front of him and lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

"Where did you get this?"

"I asked someone to look into it in prison."

"Nothing wrong?"

Philip said in a low voice, "I have asked someone to look for the person who just got out of prison not long ago according to the statement provided by the prison, and that person has admitted it personally."

I can't hold back my anger anymore, so I walked out.

Philip was afraid that something bad would happen, so he stepped forward and tried to comfort me, "please don't be angry."

I turned around, picked up the document and clicked in front of Philip, looking at him angrily.

"How can I calm down when I see such a thing? That bitch, in order to live a comfortable life in prison, even women..."

Philip narrowed his eyes and folded his hands in front of him. He didn't dare to say anything more.

Under the protection of that female prisoner, Natasha almost didn't need to do any work.

Therefore, every time the two of them messed around, she would leave scars on her body

I pushed Philip away. "Get everyone out of here."

No wonder there were so many scars on her body. In the past two years, she had been with that woman

At this moment, there is only one voice in my mind.

I wanted to kill this dirty woman.

I banged the door open, walked to the bedside, pulled up Natasha who was still asleep, and roared, "you bitch, get up."

After a long time, she opened her eyes in a trance and looked at me in front of her.

"Tell me, why are you so depraved?"

She said in a hoarse voice, "what are you talking about?"

"What did you say? No wonder you committed suicide when you were in prison, and then you were obedient. No wonder you dared to play so much with that Condra. It turns out that you are not afraid. You have already had a good time."

"what the hell do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Let me ask you, how do women feel? They are better than me, right?"

I pinched her chin hard, and my eyes were full of ferocity.

"Why didn't I see that you could be so troublesome before?"

She sighed helplessly, "what the hell are you talking about? Can you say something that I can understand?"

I was so angry that I gritted my teeth and asked, "who is Sara?"

When she heard the name, her dizzy eyes suddenly tightened and looked at me in disbelief.

Natasha's pov

Sara is a nightmare for me.

Because... i had been tortured by this woman and her subordinates for three years.

But how did he know the woman's name?

No, he should know.

It was he who asked that woman to torture me.

"How dare you say that I'm talking nonsense? You've been mistreated by her for so long, aren't you?"

I smiled bitterly,? "Answer me."

I stared at him stubbornly and said in a hoarse voice, "you should also be mistreated like that, so you will understand whether you are happy or not."

He grabbed my neck, pressed me on the bed, and scolded in a deep and ruthless tone, "well, it seems that you still have a lot of memories. Since you like to be abused so much, why didn't you tell me earlier? Do you think that I can't help you?

I was almost suffocated.